Lyric Defenestration

Lyrics by Lord Worm

Oh what a gal!
She seems such a perfect victim:
This I can tell, for if beauty by guilt,
she s guilty

Ordinarily,
I d not wish to frighten her or hurt her,
But such beauty inspires one
to give the gift of murder

She s the kind of girl you want to
run up and tackle through a window some floors up
and spatter you both to hell

«Come and get it;
your stuffed bunny s at the window,
But not that far out...
Reach little one! Reach!...»


Tantalized a child is want to
take a ill-considered
course of action; such is life:
is experience not bitter?

Leaning too far
out the open attic casement window,
baby plummets
to a messy death not so far below

Rend your flesh to ribbons
on shards of broken glass,
fading screams and abruptly:

Defenestration